Post by Onyxaeon on Sept 4, 2010 13:27:28 GMT -5
I don't give a damn! Blackened fur sooted in gray and stained with mud, bristled. His audience scattered, smaller brethren cowering behind the larger and they, too, clambered over top of one another to clear a path. Pathetic cowards! Spineless excuses for your kin! Your spirits would mourn their choices. A silence stole the throngs of hybrids, an irritation wandering into the shuffle of hooves, the flicker of tails, the snarls from throats. Not a soul questioned, but each wished his words reconsidered. All present were here because of possibility; the hope that years of labor and after the loss of thousands, they would be repaid. Their bodies were starving, bones protruding from beneath a flimsy cover of hide or feathers. Dirt encompassed the masses, grim and filth clinging to fur, matting it and curling what would have been silken pelts into gnarled atrocities. Not one did not suffer and just the same, not one complained. There was little that could be complained of for, when you had nothing, what would another day without truly matter?
Neutrality was demolished; the lines of white and black forever established. Whether their side was exactly in the right or wrong for their intentions, it would never be known. But Aiden had led them here, just has his ancestors were the first of this life and had brought this freedom to them. There had always been loyalty and because of it, there had always been war. But never did he ask of something so brutal, so certain of demise for his followers and his enemies. No, perhaps here the line was drawn. To attack the human Talladez, to destroy her family in cold blood and wipe their blood from the surface of their marbled luxuries by force, was far beyond the cry of suicide, and the consequences in-numerous.
The cruelest demands of the heart lie in merely wanting, and in loving. Behind the mask of rage and blood-thirst, here, the hybrid fox lowered his skull to pause, a shake of his fur producing pellets of dirt to splatter against the soil. His sides heaved in sorrow, clawed feet absentmindedly bearing down into the earth as if to beg for strength. Soft, amber-brown eyes bore back into those of his onlookers, and Aiden betrayed his resolve and lunged toward the crowd. Fangs seized the scruff at the base of a dog's neck, throwing him down as others scrambled back and the dog bared his own canines, gurgling at Aiden through a windpipe being crushed by his paw. I'm through with wanting and needing desperately. We scavenge for food when she is the reason we starve.We use what we must and she sits in pure excess and comfort, wasting away our homes while entertaining herself with our attempts at rebellion! How many or your own lay in my kin's fields, plowing her gardens or guarding her stone walls? How many have you lost because she wants to expand and your own demolished homes have crushed your daughters, your sons? His clawed paw lifted, the tan hound choking upon release as he staggered to his feet.
She mocks us, my brothers and sisters. She enjoys her tea and waves off our trials as amusing, and yet you feel nothing[]/b. No hunger, no bitter desire to shred her so-called fortunes and hear herself and hers scream to the sound of your victory. Aiden shouldered the canine aside, nipping at the heels of a doe who had guided her two young back behind her. Would you leave your fawns to a life behind caged bars? Would you feel a mother to watch them be regarded as pets and die never knowing a home? He rounded, the ebony mass of his tail swaying agitatedly behind him as he circled the crowd. We are damned to repeating our mistakes over again if we do not get up out of our sorrows and personal miseries and demand blood in return.
She is more prepared for war, than we, Talladez. From the opposite side of the group, a collection of horse hyrids nickered, his painted flank quivering beneath a host of parasites from the swampy atmosphere of the Glades. She outnumbers our endeavor, and weapons we may no longer use rest in her armories. It is difficult to be roused to war when you know you have been met, measured, and discovered to be at a disadvantage. Nods of agreement rolled through the collection but Aiden seemed unphased for here he took the opportunity to shake his head and rumble a sound of amusement.
And you in all your strength are terrified from a smaller being? Sawyer, your great, great great grandfather, for whom you are named, stood side by side with mine when he fled her domain for good. Your great great grandfather before that found his spirit in the horses released from racing themselves to their deaths by the Resurrection, and there his spirit is buried on what remains of those tracks as a tribute. Your great grandfather escaped my kin's pens after going back to save his sister from the very same fate. Your family is not of the sort to place any such faith in doubts or numbers. He cast his lot many years ago with his spirit, and here you stand. We are stronger now than we have ever been before. We are not worn, we are not in pain or in suffering. We are here and we are storming her gates to leave a massacre behind that the ancestors of those whom could not speak their injustices by man will be able to feel in their slowly rotting bones from the blood dripping through the earth. You and any other may walk away here and now, but there is no lie in what I say; she will fall and we shall return whole with the scars and pride for all to bear witness.
Neutrality was demolished; the lines of white and black forever established. Whether their side was exactly in the right or wrong for their intentions, it would never be known. But Aiden had led them here, just has his ancestors were the first of this life and had brought this freedom to them. There had always been loyalty and because of it, there had always been war. But never did he ask of something so brutal, so certain of demise for his followers and his enemies. No, perhaps here the line was drawn. To attack the human Talladez, to destroy her family in cold blood and wipe their blood from the surface of their marbled luxuries by force, was far beyond the cry of suicide, and the consequences in-numerous.
The cruelest demands of the heart lie in merely wanting, and in loving. Behind the mask of rage and blood-thirst, here, the hybrid fox lowered his skull to pause, a shake of his fur producing pellets of dirt to splatter against the soil. His sides heaved in sorrow, clawed feet absentmindedly bearing down into the earth as if to beg for strength. Soft, amber-brown eyes bore back into those of his onlookers, and Aiden betrayed his resolve and lunged toward the crowd. Fangs seized the scruff at the base of a dog's neck, throwing him down as others scrambled back and the dog bared his own canines, gurgling at Aiden through a windpipe being crushed by his paw. I'm through with wanting and needing desperately. We scavenge for food when she is the reason we starve.We use what we must and she sits in pure excess and comfort, wasting away our homes while entertaining herself with our attempts at rebellion! How many or your own lay in my kin's fields, plowing her gardens or guarding her stone walls? How many have you lost because she wants to expand and your own demolished homes have crushed your daughters, your sons? His clawed paw lifted, the tan hound choking upon release as he staggered to his feet.
She mocks us, my brothers and sisters. She enjoys her tea and waves off our trials as amusing, and yet you feel nothing[]/b. No hunger, no bitter desire to shred her so-called fortunes and hear herself and hers scream to the sound of your victory. Aiden shouldered the canine aside, nipping at the heels of a doe who had guided her two young back behind her. Would you leave your fawns to a life behind caged bars? Would you feel a mother to watch them be regarded as pets and die never knowing a home? He rounded, the ebony mass of his tail swaying agitatedly behind him as he circled the crowd. We are damned to repeating our mistakes over again if we do not get up out of our sorrows and personal miseries and demand blood in return.
She is more prepared for war, than we, Talladez. From the opposite side of the group, a collection of horse hyrids nickered, his painted flank quivering beneath a host of parasites from the swampy atmosphere of the Glades. She outnumbers our endeavor, and weapons we may no longer use rest in her armories. It is difficult to be roused to war when you know you have been met, measured, and discovered to be at a disadvantage. Nods of agreement rolled through the collection but Aiden seemed unphased for here he took the opportunity to shake his head and rumble a sound of amusement.
And you in all your strength are terrified from a smaller being? Sawyer, your great, great great grandfather, for whom you are named, stood side by side with mine when he fled her domain for good. Your great great grandfather before that found his spirit in the horses released from racing themselves to their deaths by the Resurrection, and there his spirit is buried on what remains of those tracks as a tribute. Your great grandfather escaped my kin's pens after going back to save his sister from the very same fate. Your family is not of the sort to place any such faith in doubts or numbers. He cast his lot many years ago with his spirit, and here you stand. We are stronger now than we have ever been before. We are not worn, we are not in pain or in suffering. We are here and we are storming her gates to leave a massacre behind that the ancestors of those whom could not speak their injustices by man will be able to feel in their slowly rotting bones from the blood dripping through the earth. You and any other may walk away here and now, but there is no lie in what I say; she will fall and we shall return whole with the scars and pride for all to bear witness.
